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The Line of No Resistance 



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PERCIVAL L. WILDE 



Copyright, 1913, by Percival L. Wilde 



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The Line of No Resistance. 



CHARACTERS. 

George Robertson, an oldish young man of some 
thirty odd years, extremely good-looking, and 
fully aware of the fact. He has made money 
rather rapidly, and his success has gone to his 
head. 

Jean Robertson, his wife. A motherly young 
woman, still on the sunny side of thirty, pretty 
in a quiet way, and blessed with a splendid 
sense of humor and with a profound under- 
standing of her husband's character. 

Ethel Quenton, a stunning girl of twenty. She 
is very much in love with George, and believes 
his wife is not the woman for him. 



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The Scene is the living room of Robertson's 
apartment. Center, rear; a mantel, decorated 
with vases, photographs, and a clock. Right 
of the mantel, a liqueur stand. At r. c, the 
main entrance. A hatrack is visible in the 
hall beyond when the door is open. Another 
door, L. c, opens into the servants' hallway, 
and a third, down left, leads into a bedroom. 
In the left wall, a window. There is plenty 
of furniture, the most conspicuous pieces 
being a Morris chair, to right of center, and a 
large and comfortable sofa, to left of center, 
each placed diagonally. A small table, with 
smoker's articles, and two or three books, is 
near the head of the sofa, towards center, and 
there is a cheval glass between the mantel and 
the L. c. door. The room is furnished rather 
expensively, and in the best of good taste. 
There are handsome rugs about the floor, 
curtains at the window, and tapestries and 
paintings about the walls. 

The curtain rises, showing an empty stage. Ele- 
vator door, off R., is heard to slam. Door 
R. opens, and Ethel enters, in street dress, 
wearing hat and cloak, followed by George 
who leaves his things outside on the coatrack, 
and who closes the door as soon as he is in the 

room. 

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4 THE LINE OF NO RESISTANCE. 

Ethel. (crossing to c, throws back wraps, 
turns) Is she out? (indicates lower l. door) 

George, (crossing to her) Yes. (with con- 
tempt) She's gone shopping for the afternoon. 

Ethel. You are sure she doesn't suspect? 

George. Not she. (he opens his arms. They 
embrace and kiss fondly. Noise off l. Pause) 

Ethel, (pushing him away) Now George, I 
have come here to say something; something which 
I should have said long ago. 

George. Yes ? 

Ethel, (sits r. c. ) I was thinking the other 
night : how long have we been friends ? 

George, (reproachfully) Friends? 

Ethel. Well, more than friends. 

George, (ecstatically) Since the time my new 
life began! 

Ethel. Which is to say, in ordinary reckon- 
ing, six months. 

George. Is that all? 

Ethel. It was in July we met — you remember? 

George. (enthusiastically) Do I remember? 
With the stars shining down on us, and the breezes 
sighing through the pines 

Ethel, And wifey gone to bed two hours ago. 

George. And the whisper of millions of in- 
sects, and love in the very air we breathed, and 
you and I alone, hand in hand 

Ethel. And the next day avoiding each other's 
glances, acting as if we had never met! Oh, the 
sham ! The sham ! 

George. (shrugging his shoulders) What 
would you have me do? 

Ethel. (rising, and crossing towards him) 
What would I have you — ? George, tell me, you 
are a big man, aren't you? 

George, (self-consciously) Well 

Ethel. You are big enough to be above public 
opinion ? 



THE LINE OF NO RESISTANCE. 5 

George. Perhaps. 

Ethel. Do you expect to keep up the sham? 
Do you expect to continue this play-acting? Do 
you expect to hide your real feelings from the 
world? 

George. What do you mean? 

Ethel. George, listen to me. You and I have 
loved each other almost from the day we met. 

George. Yes, I know that. 

Ethel. Do you think there is anything sinful in 
it? 

George. Sinful ? 

Ethel. Or do you believe that our love puri- 
fies itself? What does your wife matter? What 
does anything matter ? You and I love each other — 
I need you, and you need me — isn't that enough? 

George. Well — almost enough. 

Ethel. Then what is the future to be? Are 
we to indulge in our love as if it were something 
shameful ? Something horrible, which will not bear 
the light of day? Something vile, vvdiich we must 
not mention? Something despicable for which we 
must hang our heads? No! A thousand times 
No! 

George. Well, what do you propose? 

Ethel, (rising) Let us be honest. 

George. Honest ? 

Ethel. Let us look the facts in the face. 
Choose between us — beteen your wife and me ! 

George. But 

Ethel. There is no other way! If you love 
her, you have no use for me. If you love me, you 
have no use for her! 

George. She is my wife. 

Ethel. What of that? Is she a wife for such 
a man as you? (George is visibly pleased) Is she 
a wife for a successful business man, a genius? 
(he is still more pleased) When you married her 
you were poor — then she meant something. To- 



6 THE LINE OF NO RESISTANCE. 

day you are rich — what does she mean to you — 
now? 

George, (hanging his head) Nothing. 

Ethel. And you are content? You are satis- 
fied? 

George, (zvith sudden passion) No, I am not 
satisfied, by God ! No ! 

Ethel. Then why keep up the farce? (George 
sinks into a chair and buries his face in his hands) 
If your wife knew that it would be best for you to 
leave her — if she knew that I could fill her place 
better than she — would she say ^'Go?" Would 
she release you, and make you happy, or would 
she beg you to stay for her sake? 

George. I don't know ! I don't know ! 

Ethel. But / know ! George, be fair with your- 
self ! Now is the time to decide ! Will you be mis- 
erable with her, or happy with me? Which is it? 

George. I 

Ethel. Are you a coward? 

George, {rising) No! I am not a coward! 

Ethel. Then 

George. I want you! {they embrace) 

Ethel. {proudly) There speaks the man 1 
know ! The first time I saw you, the first time I 
looked upon your beautiful face, I said to myself, 
" He was made for me ! " George, I am proud of 
you! What have you to fear? 

{Noise off l. They both start.) 

George. That's my wife. 

Ethel. I thought she was out. 

George. She must have come back. 

Ethel, {glancing at her watch, and speaking 
quickly) George, listen to me. It is three o'clock 
nov/. At five I board the train for Jacksonville. 
(slowly) Will you come with me? 

George. To-day ? 



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Ethel. Yes, to-day! Have you the courage? 

George, {offended) Have I the courage?! 

Ethel. Then I will expect you to call for me 
at a quarter past four. You understand, quarter 
past four. 

(Jean enters u, carrying a parcel.) 

Jean. Why, Miss Quenton, I am so glad to see 
you! {crosses over and kisses her effusively) So 
I was out when you called, and George has been 
entertaining you? By the way, George, would you 
mind running around to the express office with 
the parcel? {handing him parcel and money) 
Thirty-five cents, prepaid. (Ethel makes a move 
to go) Oh, no! I really couldn't allow it! Stay 
a few minutes and chat. We women must gossip 
a little. Now, not a word, {turning to George) 
George, hurry back. {Exit George, closing door 
R. She opens it, and calls after him:) George 
Don't forget to put on your rubbers! {closes door 
again, turns to Ethel) Now, my dear, tell me all 
the news, {they sit on sofa) 

Ethel. The news? There isn't any. 

Jean. No? Then you haven't heard? You 
won't repeat it? {with show of secrecy) It's not 
generally known, but I'm just bursting to tell you. 
A friend of mine is going to run away from his 
wife! 

{Elevator door, off R._, slams.) 

Ethel, {starting violently) Why, Mrs. Rob- 
ertson ! 

Jean. The elevator does startle one, doesn't it? 
But call me Jean, dear, you won't mind? I feel as 
if I knew you so well. And I will call you Lucy. 

Ethel. My name is Ethel. 

Jean. Oh, is it? Such a pretty name, too. {ex- 
perimenting with the sound) Ethel! 



8 THE LINE OF NO RESISTANCE. 

Ethel. You were saying? 

Jean. Yes, what was I saying? I quite for- 
get — (very sweetly) Do remind me. 

Ethel. You were t'dling me about a friend of 
yours- 



Jean. Not another word ! I remember now. 
Yes, he's going off with some insignificant West- 
ern girl. 

Ethel, (cordmencing indignantly) Mrs.! (re- 
calling herself, and continuing more mildly) Rob- 
ertson ! 

Jean. Jean. 

Ethel. Jean, I meant W-who is it? 

Jean. Oh, that would be telling, dear, but it's so 
romantic ! You see, they've loved each other in 
secret so long, and his wife doesn't know a thing 
about it! Isn't it cute? 

Ethel, (wetting her lips nervously) And you 
you approve? 

Jean. (shamefacedly) I know, Ethel, dear, 
you wouldn't, but what is there for me to do? (in 
a hurst of confidence) I'm so immoral! And I 
think it's such a lark! 

Ethel. A lark? 

Jean. Yes. He'll come back. 

Ethel, (rising, and moving toward c.) What 
do you mean? 

Jean, (following her) I forgot. You see, dear, 
you don't know him as well as I do. And he's such 
a good-looking man, and all the ladies are in love 
with him. But he's conceited — very conceited — 
and unless you flatter him all the time there's no 
getting along with him. 

Ethel. Oh. 

Jean. So it will be very beautiful for a week, 
or two weeks, or a month, and then he'll get tired 
of her; and she won't be able to invent any new 
flatteries ; and one fine day he'll come running back 



THE LINE OF NO RESISTANCE. 9 

home, just like Bo Peep. Um humh, and he'll be 
happy to get back. Isn't it killing? 

Ethel, {speaking very slowly, crossing to l.) 
I don't see the joke. 

Jean. No? But you're so strait-laced. 

Ethel. For one thing, it is possible that his wife 
doesn't appreciate him. 

Jean. (sitting on sofa) Curious — he thinks 
the same thing. But then, all men think that, don't 
they ? 

Ethel, (slowly. Also sitting) I don't know — 

Jean. (apologetically, laying her hand on 
Ethel's knee) I forgot, dear, you've had experi- 
ence, (laughing) Yes, that's it — experience. 

Ethel, (raising her handkerchief to her eyes) 
You know, ]Mrs. Robertson 

Jean, (iyiterrupting) Jean. 

Ethel. Jean. It's very cruel of you to jest. 
As for me, (sniffing) I am inclined to sympathize 
with the wife. 

Jean, (laughing heartily) Sympathize with the 
wife! My dear, you convulse me? (rising, and 
turning her back, at which Ethel drops her hand- 
kerchief, and watches intently) You're so funny! 
Sympathize with the wife! (turning suddenly. 
Ethel puts her handkerchief hack to her eyes) 
Why, / sympathize with the girl! 

Ethel, (genuinely surprised) With the girl? 

Jean. Of course. You see, she's a sweet little 
thing, but she's so sentimental, and she's in love 
with any man who is foolish enough to take her 
seriously. 

Ethel, (rising indignantly) Mrs. Jean! 

Jean. (coming to her quickly) Pardon me, 
dear. You wouldn't have spoken of her so harshly. 
I know; I am so impetuous; my tongue simply 
runs away with me. But you won't repeat it? I 
can trust you? 

Ethel. Er — ^yes. 



10 THE LINE OF NO RESISTANCE. 

Jean. Thank you so much. You see, she is so 
happy to think that it's a married man she's get- 
ting. A bachelor wouldn't attract her nearly as 
much, (crossing to left) And she thinks his wife 
will be heart-broken, and sit at the window and cry 
her eyes out^ and mope, and fret, and go to her 
lawyer's, and — and all that sort of thing 

Ethel. And she won't? 

Jean, (with convincing emphasis) My dear, 
she will enjoy the vacation. 

Eth el. ( expressively ) Oh ! 

Jean, (moving towards c. ) As for the girl — 
I didn't tell you why I sympathized with her 

Ethel. No ? 

Jean. Well, she thinks she will be a permanent 
fixture. And I knozv that she won't even be an 
episode! 

Ethel, (going r. ) Oh. 

Jean. It will be a terrible blow. You feel for 
her too, don't you? 

Ethel, (sitting r. c.) I am beginning to. 

Jean. I knew you would, dear. And the wife 
will be so grateful to her. 

Ethel, (incredulously) Grateful? 

Jean, (nodding) Yes, grateful. She will teach 
the husband a lesson — a valuable lesson. 

Ethel, (rising, with a desperate effort to con- 
trol herself) Mrs. Rob — Jean — I am going. 

Jean. (also rising) So soon, dear? Won't 
you wait for George? 

Ethel. No ! No ! I — I haven't time. 

Jean, (at c.) Very well, then, if you must. 
(reflectively) You know, dear, one trouble with 
this world of ours is that there are thousands of 
girls who want to take husbands — and don't know 
whose husbands to take ! 

(Ethel smiles despite herself. Then, looking into 
Jean's twinkling eyes, and beginning to real- 



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i:2e the true state of affairs, she breaks into 
almost hysterical laughter. The older woman 
enfolds her in a motherly embrace; and the 
girl sobs without restraint. ) 

Jean, {soothing her) All right, dearie, all right. 
Have a good cry; it won't hurt you. {smoothes the 
girl's hair and kisses her tenderly) And now, go 
home, and forget all about it. To-morrow you may 
come here to tell me that I'm the best friend you 
have in the world. 

{The two go toward the rear door. The elevator 
door is heard to slam. They both start.) 

Ethel. There's George now! {pathetically) 
Oh, Mrs. Jean, I don't 

Jean. Yes, yes, I understand. {leading her 
quickly to door up l. ) The servants' elevator is 
on this side. (Ethel hurries out) Good-bye! 
{closes door slowly, shaking head. Hearing foot- 
steps, rushes over to sofa, and reads, as George 
enters. ) 

George, {showing disappointment) Oh ! She's 
gone. 

Jean, {turning a page of her book) I beg your 
pardon ? 

George. Ethel — Miss Quenton — she's gone? 

Jean, {much interested in the book) Yes — 
big hurry — minutes ago. {a pause) 

George, {under his breath) Guess I'd better tell 
her now — {he looks at her furtively. Crosses si- 
lently to liqueur cabinet, and takes out glass and a 
bottle of whiskey. Pours a little into the glass; 
pauses, and looks at wife to gauge her requirements. 
Pours out a little more, and stops again to estimate. 
Nervously.) This ought to revive her! {he pauses 
in indecision, then, in desperation, he fills the glass 



12 THE LINE OF NO RESISTANCE. 

almost to the brim, and corks the bottle. During 
all of this he has kept a grave face, and Jean is 
wholly unconscious of his preparations. Having 
finished, he adjusts his tie with the aid of the mir- 
ror, smoothes his hair, and strikes an attitude) Jean ! 

Jean, {turning another page) — Yes. 

George, {tragically) Come here! 

(Jean turns, looks at him quizzically, marks place 
with a hairpin, and joins him at the mantel, 
where she stands running her finger along the 
woodwork.) 

George. I have something to tell you. 

Jean, {examining the mantel with horror) Oh! 
Did you notice it? The girl hasn't dusted here in 
a week! It's positively disgraceful! {blows along 
the mantel) 

George, {recoiling from the dust) Jean, that 
isn't it. I have something else to tell you. 

Jean, {picks up a vase and examines it closely) 
Well, what is it? 

George, {hoarsely) Jean — I — I don't love you 
— any longer. 

Jean, {holding the vase to the light and tapping 
it to dislodge the dust) Oh! 

George. {earnestly) J- Jean — did you hear 
what I said? I — I don't love you — any longer. 

Jean {replacing vase, and taking up another) 
That all? 

George, {losing his control) My God, isn't that 
enough ? 

Jean, {dusting the second vase) Well, what 
do you expect me to do? 

George. {desperately) J- J- Jean — I — I-don't 
love you — any longer! 

Jean. I heard you the first time, George. Go 
on, go on! {she takes up a third vase) 

George. For Heaven's sake put that vase down ! 



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(Jean obeys him, and begins to adjust her hair at 
the cheval glass) Please stop that. Now listen to 
me ; it is my duty to tell you that I don't love you — 
any longer. 

Jean. All right, you've done your duty four 
times. Now, what do I say? 

George, {going down stage) Jean, be serious. 
I'm not joking! 

Jean, (following him) I know it. 

George, (resolutely) I am going to leave you. 

Jean. Yes. 

George. I love another woman! 

Jean. Of course, 

George. You will never know who she is ! ! 

Jean. Certainly not. 

George. Our love purifies itself!!! 

Jean, (snapping her fingers) Just like that! 

George. She inspires me ! ! ! ! 

Jean, (waving her arms enthusiastically) Bully 
for her! 

George, (reaching his climax) And we are 
going off together ! ! ! ! ! 

Jean. On the five o'clock train. 

George, (staggering back) How do you know 
that? (with sudden and terrible suspicion) How 
do you know that!! (sitting r. c. very suddenly) 

Jean. (offering him the glass of whiskey) 
Here, George, drink this. (he gulps it down. 
Chokes. She pats him on the back) There ! There ! 

George, (feebly) You — you were in the next 
room? (she nods) When I thought you were out 
shopping^! (a nod) And you overheard? 

Jean. Every word. 

George, (with nameless horror) Good Lord, 
(rising) that this should come to me\ My wife 
an eavesdropper \ (she looks at him in blank 
amazement) It's bitter! Yes, it's bitter! 

Jean, (after pausing for him to calm down) 
George. 



14 THE LINE OF NO RESISTANCE. 

George. Yes ? 

Jean, (c.) You had better hurry. 

George. {coming toward her threateningly) 
H-hurry ! ! ! 

Jean. You've got to call for her at quarter past 
four, {cheerfully) But Eve packed your clothes. 

George. {indignantly) You packed my 
clothes ! ! ! 

Jean. Yes. While you were talking. You'll 
need them, won't you? 

George, {in a towering rage) How dared you 
do such a thing? I never heard of anything like it 
in my life ! 

Jean. {meekly) You're still a young man, 
George. 

George. But that ! ! 

Jean, {interrupting) I thought it would save 
you trouble. 

George. Save me ! ! ! I don't believe you 

did it! {rushes out down l._, returning an instant 
later) YOU DID! 

Jean. Of course I did. {sits on sofa) 

George, {striding to her and glaring) Tell me, 
woman, are you glad to have me go? {she 
looks up at him innocently, and shrugs her shoul- 
ders) Tell me the truth — don't care if it hurts — 
don't you love me — any longer? 

Jean. George, isn't that rather a leading ques- 
tion? 

George, {struck by a new idea) What will 
you do — if I go away? 

Jean, {firmly) George, I don't see how that 
can interest you. 

George. No evasion, woman ! I insist on an 
answer! 

Jean, {sitting up slowly) Well, if I must — 
I thought of taking a leaf out of your book. 

George. What ? 

Jean, {continuing happily) You know Tommy 



THE LINE OF NO RESISTANCE. 15 

Andrews, don't you? He's such an attractive boy, 
and he makes love so delightfully ! 

George. Jean! 

Jean. (not noticing the interruption) And 
he's been so attentive to me, and (sadly) I've 
repulsed him ! But you're not narrow-minded, 
George? So when you are gallivanting all over 
the country with Miss Quenton, and when you're 
telling her that you have never been so happy in 
your life, just remember that I am happy also! 

George. {thunderstruck) And you say this 
to my face? 

Jean. {sweetly) Why not? {she yazvns) 
You'd find it out anyhow. {crossing to cheval 
glass, and admiring herself) Tommy Andrews is 
going to call to-night, and I'm going to put on my 
prettiest dress, {with a hairpin in her mouth) and 
do up my hair the way he likes it. 

George, {dully) The way he likes it? 

Jean. Why, of course, dear. He notices such 
things. And when he says, {removing the hairpin) 
" Jean, darling, I'd love to kiss you," I'll say, 
*' You know. Tommy, Tommy, a woman hates 
a coward! " {correcting herself hastily) No, no! 
That wouldn't be nice! I'll say, "I'm alone, 
,Tommy, and you're so strong! " {with a cascade of 
laughter) George, I'm beginning to think that I'm 
frightfully immoral ! i 

George. You are immoral! 

Jean. {hopefully) But no worse than you, 
George, am I? 

George, {solemnly. Down r. ) As God is my 
witness, I don't deserve it! That my wife, my wife 
whom I have idolized, should deceive me! 

Jean, (c.) I haven't deceived you yet, George. 

George. Yet! But you are going to! 

Jean. Um humh ! You're going to deceive me ! 
I'm going to deceive you ! We're going to deceive 
each other! Won't be jolly!! 



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George, {tragically) Jolly! Jean! In Heav- 
en's name have you no heart ? 

Jean. If that isn't too funny! George, that's 
just what Tommy Andrews asked me! 

George, {with terrible anger) Damn Tommy 
Andrews! {he collapses on to the chair ^ r. c, and 
sobs. Jean watches him quietly) 

Jean. George! {no answer) George! {no 
answer. She approaches him and touches his 
shoulder) How about the train? 

George. Oh, damn the train! 

Jean, {her face is radiant for an instant. Then 
controlled) And you must call for Miss Quen- 
ton. 

George. Damn Miss Quenton! 

Jean. Oh, how can you ! 

George, {lifting a tear-stained, but set face) 
Woman! Why did you marry me? 

Jean. Tommy Andrews aske^ me that also! 

George. {pathetically) Please don't mention 
his name. Didn't you love me? 

Jean, {candidly) Well, perhaps I did, but per- 
haps 

George. Perhaps what? 

Jean. Perhaps I was merely anxious to get 
married. 

George, {rising sternly) 1 thank God for this 
revelation! I know my duty at last! 

Jean. What is your duty, George? To tell me 
that you don't love me — any longer? Four times f 

George. No! My duty is to stay here and 
watch you! 

Jean. Oh ! 

George, {driving her towards L.) I trusted 
you — once. 

Jean. Oh. 

George. But my confidence has been misplaced. 

Jean. Oh. 

George, (c. down stage) I am not going away. 



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I must remain here and protect my wife's honor! 

Jean, (after a pause, sits on sofa) Won't that 
be nice, George? (a longish pause) You are sure 
you're going to stay? 

George, (crossing to chair r. c. sits) Yes. 

Jean, (after a pause) Quite sure? 

George, (firmly. Rising) My mind is made 
up! 

Jean, (another pause) Then — then you might 
take off your rubbers. 

(Without a word he seats himself in the Morris 
chair and takes the rubbers off. She takes 
them, and opening the hall door, deposits them 
under the coat-rack. Then, humming merrily, 
she crosses the room, finds his pipe, fills it, 
lights a match, and brings it to him. He does 
not notice. She pushes the pipe into his 
mouth. He grunts his thanks, and accepts a 
light. She blows out the match and throzvs it 
into an ash receiver. She returns to the sofa, 
takes up her book, and commences reading. 
There is a long pause, during which he watches 
her.) 

George, (in an ordinary voice) What are you 
reading ? 

Jean, (with confusion) Oh, it doesn't mat- 
ter. 

George, (suspiciously) So that's where you get 
your ideas? (rising sternly) Read it aloud. I 
insist ! 

Jean. Really, George 

George, (approaching) Obey me! 

Jean, (makes a curious face. Then) " Soft 
flannel or woolen garments should be worn next to 
the skin for the greater part of the year, and when 
a change is made to lighter material, it should be 



i8 THE LINE OF NO RESISTANCE. 

done with great caution. Dress the infant so 

that 

George, (ecstatically) What? (with a sud- 
den understanding of what it all r/ieans, he turns to 
her, and opening his arms in the wildest excitertient, 
cries:) JEAN! JEAN! 



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